Thanks to Tyler Oakley for putting this on his Twitter feed

Heart Roar

A/N: This is something that was apparently trapped inside me and begged to get out. It's raw and not that good, but I'm leaving it here anyway. Anyway, the part of me that wants to say fuck it kinda reared it's head tonight. Which I think is actually a good sign, because for once, at this moment, I don't want to die. I feel like I can find the will to make it a little while longer.


I need to speak.
To write,
To scream,
To cry,
To fight,
To kiss,
To fuck,
To dare,
To laugh.

Lay myself bare.
Broken and scarred,
Battered and scratched-
Sit naked in the grass-
Cool wind against -
imperfect body.

I dance-
Don't watch!
You'd think it
grotesque.
Frankenstein's monster
Trying to follow a beat!
How absurd!

I'm in a crowd,
but I'm lonely.
Feeling no connection
With the human race.
Don't you know,
my brain is
riding a different wave.

I'm a puzzle piece
that never quite fit
in the grooves they set.
I'm silent when
It's time to speak,
And I cry when
the world laughs.

I used to
pray for conformity,
but now I simply wish
To be myself-
if I can find her
among what's left.